I slept without the boot last night. The doctor had told me that I could, but I have continued to wear it to bed because I usually get up at least once in the middle of the night. But last night I decided that I would just have to make it through the whole night because my foot needed a break. It was nice not having to avoid my side because of the bars on the side of the boot. I slept comfortably for the first time in many days.
With the boot off, I turned onto my side. My right foot found it’s mate, and the pair snuggled up close to eachother. I fell asleep soon after that.
I was thankful that I had the option of removing my boot. I thought of YaYa, who had on his hard cast all of this time. He wasn’t given the option to take off his cast at any point so that he could get a better night sleep, or to scratch or wash his foot. I guess I should be thankful for that.
Tonight, however, it is YaYa who is enjoying the luxury of being freed from his cast. He wore his cast for four full weeks. Now, he is peacefully lying on his side. His body is curled ever so slightly, and his feet cuddled up to eachother. He told me that he has “happy feet”.
They are happy because now they are CLEAN – you should have seen the stuff that got inside of his cast. Oh, and the smell was pretty bad too.